Lucy dropped Nikolas' hand in slight aggravation as she raked both her hands through her hair. Tendrils of shiny blond hair fell across her shoulders. A strained look fluttered across her face before a slight breath escaped from her lips. She remembered the Ministry's last interference very well. Umbridge had been rather terrifying. A sweet, woman masquerading all of this pure, uncontrollable hatred. Lucy would have been much more content with knowing it was coming first.
"You've seen the journals," she told him, her hands sitting in her lap. "Because the Ministry is taking sides, everyone thinks it's alright to do the same. Some people think it's funny."
She didn't want to add that those people generally tended to be of the Slytherin variety.